You're standing tall, arms outstretched, voice, travelling through the air like a hot knife through 's nothing better than this.

"I don't want this to end this way,…."

Lights bright from high above, the air is silent and empty, waiting for you to control it, and take a hold of it again.

" I never meant to cause you harm, but…."

He takes a step forward, sorrow and anger, present on his face. You watch, lungs feeling weak after it's use. Your expression is placed perfectly, it fits in right with his. You look out into the darkness while he speaks, watch and wonder, and wait.

He gets up again, you can hear the footsteps, echoing off of the black wood floors; echoing into the silence. You expect to hear voices, or whispers, or anything to dampen the silence, but nothing. Still, you wait.

" …it's just that these last few years, you've been such a good friend to me…"

You turn, and there's tears, tears red and true. He must be sad. Isn't he? There's a goodbye coming, and you both know it. It's in the air.